The Sick Woman
I like to think of myself as a writer.
I hurry back home with the other half of the loaf. I need to get home before the screaming starts and the nosy neighbours start asking questions again. She is asleep on the stained red velvet settee. She has been asleep for the whole day. Her breath is shallow, her lips a harsh orange next to her pale face. She has taken to caking her lips with lipstick, a different colour everyday. It is the only thing that she seems to have enough strength to do alone.
I have been taking care of her for months now. I spent all my money on her pills and quit my job; she starts to scream if I am gone for longer than ten minutes. All the time she repeats the same thing, over and over again, “No hospital. Please no hospital.” She has done too much for me to refuse her her request.
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lacrimae rerum
Thank you so much. For some reason I forgot how to describe the red velvet as stained so I just wrote it down like that. Sometimes the MOST OBVIOUS things escape me and it is uber annoying.
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ElshaHawk LoA
Jump in with a second character awfully fast on us, didn't you? :) That's okay, just a shock. I'm glad it's not the hungry character who is screaming. though.
I think you should switch the adjective stained from after red velvet to before red velvet. It is not stained with velvet, the velvet is stained.
Clearly, this person needs something. A quest that doesn't involve a hospital.